. OnSaturday they drove us to Las Vegas saying it would be great to see a Show,which of course it would – we just didn’t think it was that simple. We arrived at one of the half price ticket boothsand bingo – Cirque du Soleil, Beatles, Love, booked for 7pm, just like that andat discount. We drove to Lake Las Vegas(no we hadn’t heard of it either) for dinner. It’s built in the Italian style and really does look like a smallItalian Town. Just a slight problem thisday though – there was not only a marathon being run, but there was also a BeerFestival. Crowded or what!? We managed to get in and park and we wereable to eat and be out with time to drive back for the show, but then a littlebit of a problem occurred!!

We got into the car, moved out of theparking slot, joined a queue for the exit and just sat still and sat and satand …………

. We moved nowhere for 40 minutes! 7pm was fast approaching; we had a 30+ minute drive, then park etc. Tried ringing to change the tickets, nosuccess, you get the picture. We were all disappointed, but sometimes thesethings just happen. We decided, when weeventually got out of the car park!!! that we would try to catch the secondhalf. The Show was on at The Mirage andwe rushed in, told the Ushers of our dilemma and they fixed it – changed ourtickets to the 9.30 performance – done. We were really pleased. Now, this meant there was time to spare so, the‘boys’ disappeared to the Bar of course and Patti taught me a thing or twoabout gambling. We only played a thingcalled Kino and the slot machines, but I learned a lot more than I knew before,which was nothing

The Show was something neither of us willever forget – yes THAT good. Whatinterpretation, what skill , what timing, what costumes and all to Beatlesmusic in British settings – truly, truly fab as the Beatles might have said. All of this meant that we arrived back atEntrada at 3am, but it was worth it.

Over the next days we visited Patti’sdaughter and her lovely family, (she has twin daughters of 12 who love anythingEnglish especially One Direction which I felt a little ignorant of, but triedmy best!), visited Kayenta a little Town of Artists and Galleries in the middleof the red rock, went gambling a second time (still lost!) and still had timeto sample the swimming pool and hot tubs. It was a great time. On our lastday together, we travelled to Grafton, a little ‘ghost’ Town where the pioneersjust couldn’t make it and where the ‘Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head’ scenewas shot for the film Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid – shame we didn’t haveour bikes there to reenact – OK perhaps not!